Inside, the stranger and the boy laughed.
Passing and taking swigs at the bottles of chocolate which were on the shelves.

The duo had shared thoughts together.
Had both winced while tasting the gall of their bitter experiences.
Had high-fived each other's palms upon listening to the victories.
And their eyes had both lit up with hope as they shared their future aspirations;
The little boy of his plan to change the world through the medium of a paintbrush;
The older companion of his intent to redeem the sins of all men.

The little one begged for a chance to speak to the fuming crowd outside.
Perhaps they would listen to the voice of reason and twang the violin of peace.
For he had witnessed firsthand the unique touch of the older friend,
A touch which strengthened his lungs and stripped him of the asthmatic tag which the little one wore on his breast.

"Nothing would stop them, dear one"
The Older one said.
Rising to full heights and advancing to the bolted doors.
Ready to give himself to the ferocious crowd who were being fueled by inhuman energy emanating from the fallen Lucy.

They ran Him through with their knives when he opened the door.
Dragging his limp body through the streets and then tying his limbs to two horses which they whipped into a frenzied trot.

All the while, the man looked at his little friend,
Glad He had stripped him of the chains of death which he never knew of.
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